Sunday, March 4, 2012

Day 270 ~ Oh Jibber Jabber!

I have always been someone who easily adjusts to my surroundings... especially when it comes to  my potty mouth.  


Let me explain that I grew up with an Argentinian father, who not only spoke his mind, but who also did not ever sensor himself!  Then adding to the mix, the father of my sons, an auto mechanic by trade since he was eighteen, he did not have the nicest vocabulary either... let's just say that he was a tad bit racist with his comments.  Finally, most of my life I have hung out with guys, and I was bartender for nearly six years on and off.


Okay... there you have it! ...  I can have a potty mouth.  The operative word there is "can"... not that I always do, but I can.  Now, that "can" really, really comes out mostly when I'm driving and I get frustrated or very, very angry!


Now... since Calley came into our lives, I guess you can say that my language has cleaned up  at home.  Then, the fact that we have since moved to El Paso, the end of the bible belt here, this only helps the cause of not cursing.  And if anything has ever slipped out... well I covered it up with a similar sounding word... "I was thinking of making duck..., yes duck, that's what I said..."  


The other day, Calley and I ventured out in the city.  Yes, ventured.  Because any day out on the El Paso streets is an adventure!  You just never know what is going to happen.  While running errands, this absolute MORON crossed over three lanes, cut in front of me to make the left onto the freeway.  The great thing about it, he was driving a company truck.  I didn't even get upset... You guess it!  I called the 800 number on the truck and reported the truck number!  Take that, you absolute #$%% MORON!


Hold on now... relax.  I promise you that I did not get that graphic with Calley in the car, but I did call him a STUPID MORON


Then all of a sudden I get this vision in my head of the principal calling me into her office because Calley called a classmate a stupid moron.  Oy!  That's all I need!


Seconds later ... I immediately apologized to Calley.  I proceeded to explain to her that mommy was wrong to call that person a name, not matter how stupid they were... Just kidding!  I didn't say that last part.  She has no clue what "moron" means, but the fact that I said it in a negative tone is all she needed to hear in order to repeat it.  


I continued to explain to her that sometimes mommy gets sooo frustrated and or upset, and she shouldn't...  (But when someone cuts you off and you have to brake... well, I'm sure you understand.)  ... so she explodes and a bad word comes out!


How about this... I continued, let's make up a word, a funny word, and every time mommy gets frustrated in the car, or at home, I will say it.  Calley immediately interrupted me asking if she could say it too it she was frustrated.  Needless to say, I had to hold back the laughter. and NO she may not say it.


The rest of our journey home, which included a stop at the grocery store, was spent laughing as we were making words up left and right... until finally, we came up with a word.  Two actually.  Wait for it.... Wait for it....
Jibber Jabber!   

We've already have had to use it a few times.  And it's perfect!  The moment I say it may have started in anger, but each and every time we break out into laughter!  Now that's how I like to let out my frustrations... with laughter!  

And yes, I explained to Calley that Jibber Jabber is our "game' we play in the car.  It is not that we are calling those people Jibber Jabber... we are not calling anyone names, it's just not nice.  The intention of the word is to break the moment and make me laugh... and above all, not to cuss.  
Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.  ~ Ephesians 4:29
But now you must also rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips.  ~ Colossians  3:8

In 2007, McKay Hatch, a 14 year old boy in South Pasadena, California, challenged his friends not to cuss.  As a response to one of his friends who said that he didn't know how, he started the No Cussing Club.  Check out his site here.
So here it is... 
The NO CUSSING Challenge!
I won't cuss, swear, use bad language, or tell dirty jokes.  Clean language is a sign of intelligence and always demands respect.  I will use my language to uplift, encourage and motivate.  I will Leave People Better Than I Found Them!   
I probably won't last week!   wink, wink.

Blessings to all!!

95 days to go...

PS... for a, l & c.  You are my sunshine(s).  

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5 comments:

Jenn said...

Yikes! I don't think I could go a day... It's become so natural for me to cuss, I don't know if I'd survive!

Not Your Ordinary Agent said...

Good luck to you! You can do it! :)

Kenya G. Johnson said...

Love jibber jabber. The car used to be my place too. Now I just give people names - depending on male or female - granny, granpa, Sam, Gladys, Missy, Mister - every now and then I can't help it but Moron will be one of them.

I clearly remember asking my grandmother what a jack@$$ was. Then I asked her how come she didn't just call him a donkey.

Mommy LaDy Club said...

You handled that well!;) She'll remember Jibber Jabber over the other one. Interesting on the no cuss club site. Good luck!

leigh said...

Too funny! I'm just waiting for the day when I have to sensor myself and the music I listen too - right now I can still be heard haing a little potty mouth - it has improved, but I know my boys are learning fast, so I might have to clean up my act a litttle faster!
Leigh @ oneandoneequalstwinfun.com